In English for those who prefer..
Well, then Barcelona was svinbra. Highly recommended. In particular, a neighborhood called El Raval. Sure, you may not want to go there alone at night and you may even want to turn a blind eye to prostitution, drugs and decay, but it is one of the places where Barcelona live. And there is not even the worst. Ramblas is only one of the polished facade to appease smith-happy tourists flee the cold and the monotony of life at home (yes, yes, young or ESCAPIST who seek refuge and / or fast kicks). Pipes is a, surprisingly short distance away from the shopping streets may be a light taste of city life that it seems more real.
Go off-season (if there is a real one). Take the subway in the early morning rush hour. Look at the people, meet their eyes. Do not waist bag. Preferably: Learn Spanish.
I regret so so so I'm not trained more Spanish before I left. Especially when a man who apparently was a Muslim, leisurely approached me when I was sitting alone in the park. He mumbled something, probably prayers, and spinning balls on his rosary. He stopped a short distance away and stood looking at me, while he muttered his prayers.
Two drunk men who sat some distance away began to yell at him. I just knew that this was me, god, and that alcoholics thought he would leave me alone. After a few minutes rancorous debate hasten the Muslim man approached me and falling on his knees. He begins to speak Spanish, quickly, and I understand far too little to hang with:-No comprendo, hablo ingles.
The man became frustrated easily, but would not let confusion of tongues prevent him from spreading the good news. He pulled up a patch, in which various words were neatly written, and then pointed at his mouth:-Speak.
Could not mistake the words on paper, at least not for the Court recognizes, as the high school was practicing for weeks to learn them. It was the Shahadah, the Muslim confession of faith. If I only could tell him, that I already said it, and explain the humor in that he came to play me. Instead, I shook his head regretfully, and the man loons from there:-No. Lo siento.
Believe me, lo siento.
I returned to my book, but was interrupted by one of the alcohol-dependent men and called for my attention. He hojtmumlade anything about god, looked generally pleased and gave me a thumbs up. Fine!
The trip was very interesting despite the lack of more days. It was in all cases, an exciting adventure in a compact format. Eventually, pictures, and maybe even a trip report from my dear travel companion Lydia:)
Go off-season (if there is a real one). Take the subway in the early morning rush hour. Look at the people, meet their eyes. Do not waist bag. Preferably: Learn Spanish.
I regret so so so I'm not trained more Spanish before I left. Especially when a man who apparently was a Muslim, leisurely approached me when I was sitting alone in the park. He mumbled something, probably prayers, and spinning balls on his rosary. He stopped a short distance away and stood looking at me, while he muttered his prayers.
Two drunk men who sat some distance away began to yell at him. I just knew that this was me, god, and that alcoholics thought he would leave me alone. After a few minutes rancorous debate hasten the Muslim man approached me and falling on his knees. He begins to speak Spanish, quickly, and I understand far too little to hang with:-No comprendo, hablo ingles.
The man became frustrated easily, but would not let confusion of tongues prevent him from spreading the good news. He pulled up a patch, in which various words were neatly written, and then pointed at his mouth:-Speak.
Could not mistake the words on paper, at least not for the Court recognizes, as the high school was practicing for weeks to learn them. It was the Shahadah, the Muslim confession of faith. If I only could tell him, that I already said it, and explain the humor in that he came to play me. Instead, I shook his head regretfully, and the man loons from there:-No. Lo siento.
Believe me, lo siento.
I returned to my book, but was interrupted by one of the alcohol-dependent men and called for my attention. He hojtmumlade anything about god, looked generally pleased and gave me a thumbs up. Fine!
The trip was very interesting despite the lack of more days. It was in all cases, an exciting adventure in a compact format. Eventually, pictures, and maybe even a trip report from my dear travel companion Lydia:)
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